Nanny Xander: I dont get paid for this.
by Lainey_x_Rose
Nanny Xander.


Towels ! My towels ! My Towels that I haven’t used ! He
did and then, like a 10 year old, threw them on the
floor in a pile. If Buffy doesn’t get those chains up in
her basement soon, I swear, I’m pulling his mattress
outside and watching him go poof.

I hear a morning groan and turn around, towels in
hand. Spike stand there in his jeans, scratching his
head and looking straight at me. I get pissed but
words can’t form.

“ Oh, the towels, sorry mate, got done wiping my self off and forgot ‘em.

I heard those words and bad, bad mental images
filled my head and I dropped the damp clothes in
response, my face forming an “ew”.

I grab my wallet and slide it into my back pocket.

“ Washer, dryer, use them well.” I kick the dirty laundry
towards his bare feet and walk towards the door.

“ What about my breakfast ?”

I stop and almost laugh. Turning around I see he is
actually serious. You HAVE to be kidding me.

“ Breakfast ? Since when does it say anywhere in the deal I have to cook for you ? You know, you could be
out on the street any time if it was up to me , but no, I’m doing this for Buffy because she asked me and feels sorry for your…sorry ass.”

Spike was rummaging through cupboards and the
refrigerator, unsuccessfully looking for anything to eat.

“ Well at least leave me some dough”.

He did not just say that .

“ Get out…get out NOW !”

“ I don’t feel like it”.

As I see him plop down messily on my nice new
leather couch, his feet go up on the new oak and
glass coffee table that was VERY expensive.

I give up. Hopefully Buffy gets pissed and decides to
dust him. Walking out my door, on my way to work I
can hear him laugh and say something under his
breath that gives me a reason to do it myself…

“...Nanny Xander”


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